Thankyou everyone for reading my stories. I have returned with a brand new story here but expect more in the future, including some new ideas as well as sequels to some of my other work.
Read on and enjoy dear readers 😊
Gemma had been awake for a few minutes now. The room was half-lit, the shadows dark and long in front of her. An amber glow was coming from beneath her, the only light at all in this room. The floor looked like it was glass, the tiles an opaque white, humming with this warm light. The opal-colored floor was unlike anything Gemma had ever seen. She'd never seen a floor lit up. Then again, she had never found herself in a situation like this before.
She was hanging from the wall, dangling a meter off the ground. The first thing she remembered when awakening was the twinge of a muscle as she groaned, lifting her head up. She had been completely upright when she had come too, her neck a little stiff from dangling forward against her chest.
"What the fuck..." She was groggy and disorientated. Where was she? Immediately she had tried to move her arms and found them stuck, drawn back behind her. A rush of panic ran through her body, her flight responses kicking in. She'd struggled, trying to break free. Her legs were just as immobile. She was completely tied up against her will. She couldn't break free. She was trapped.
Slowly her vision came to her as helplessly struggled against her restraints. She saw the bright tiles at her feet but otherwise, everything else was in the dark. Her arms and legs were sore, her muscles aching. She had a headache. What had happened to her? Her hands were behind her back, encased in a soft but firm material almost like a hard foam. Try as she might she couldn't free herself. Her legs were spread with everything below her knees also encased in the firm foam. She swore again.
Even worse was the state of her clothing. She had none. She was naked, naked as the day she had been born. Her hair fell down her shoulders, blonde wisps curling down to her chest. Her breasts hung free, fully exposed, and she felt herself worrying that anybody would come in here and see them. The air was cool and she'd found her nipples had hardened because of it. Even her pussy was on display, her freshly shaved mound exposed.
What was going on? The last thing she could remember was the field trip she had been on for her college class. She was studying nursing and they had gone into the city with her lecturers and fellow classmates to do some non-for-profit work in the inner city. It had been a long day but rewarding, they had been there till after dark. Two lecturers and eleven other students in total, all women as was so common in nursing. They'd been helping some doctors and nursing from the large hospital care for the underprivileged, providing care and consultations. After they were finished, they had all been on the bus traveling back to college, driving across the countryside late at night, taking a detour due to some roadworks on the highway, and then... she couldn't remember a thing.
As Gemma let her eyes adjust to the soft, warm lighting, she started to be able to make out where she was. Her heart was still beating hard and there was a panic in her at her situation but she tried slowly her heart rate down by breathing deeply. Focus! Think! She said to herself. She looked about the room. It was a long rectangular, almost like a hallway but wide enough for two people to pass through, and the ceiling was almost ten feet high. The light was strong enough that she could make out the shapes on the wall in front of her when she squinted and stared into the darkness. And that was when she saw them.
It was her classmates, all in the exact same position as her, all lined up against the wall.
She gasped as she saw them. No one was awake except for her. The foam seemed to run the whole wall and every three feet or so was one of her classmates, trapped just like her, their heads resting on their chests as they slept. All of them were as naked as she was. Gemma turned her head and saw it was the same on her left and right. On her right was the lecturer Shania, a middle to late-thirties woman with dark black hair. Her glasses which were always perched on her nose were gone. Her shapely, motherly body was exposed too. A heavy pair of tits sagged and hung before her. On Gemma's left was her friend Brianna. Her close-cropped brunette hair wasn't in her eyes at least. She was athletic from years of gym and staying in shape, her toned thighs disappearing into the wall as she snoozed naked, hands pulled into the wall behind her, legs disappearing into the same rigid foam that held all of them tightly.
"Brianna!" Gemma whispered loudly. "Brianna!" But the girl didn't stir.
"Shania! Can you hear me? Wake up!" Gemma tried the older woman next to her. There was not so much as a twitch. Gemma saw their chests rising meaning they were still breathing at least. But both women were out cold.
"Fuck." She swore again. Ahead of her on the opposite wall were other girls but she couldn't see their faces in the dim light. She didn't know who they were. And she didn't want to make too much noise. Whoever had captured them, for whatever reason, meant business.
She spent the next couple of minutes trying to free herself and then eventually she gave up. She was sweating, frustrated and angry. But she hadn't budged an inch. She gave up.
It was when she finally stopped squirming did she hear something. At the end of the hall on her right was just a wall covered in shadow. She heard what sounded like a whistle coming from that end of the hall.
Gemma turned, watching, as the wall seemed to bow inwards. It was being pulled, stretched away from her. As it stretched backward it seemed to rotate like a whirlpool. The whistling carried on as the wall spiraled quicker. Gemma had never seen anything like it except in the movies. The wall looked pliable, fluid like water, moving counterclockwise until someone stepped through.
They were tall. At least seven feet tall. Gemma couldn't see them very well in the dark but she could tell it was a woman. The shape of her hips, the thin waist, the sizable chest. The shape was feminine despite her size. This woman stood there, standing on the brightly lit tiles as the wall began to slow in it's rotation. The wall behind her stopped and then went flat again. Everything was still as the woman stood there, looking down the hall.
Looking at Gemma.
Gemma was the only one with her head up, looking at her. All the rest of her class was still asleep. Fuck, she swore to herself. This woman knew she was watching them.
The woman began walking, heading down the hall. She wasn't wearing any shoes, her feet softly padding on the opal warm floor. Her hands clasped behind her back, her hips swaying, as she walked up to Gemma.
"Hello." She said.
Gemma gasped.
"Holy... fuck..."
This wasn't a woman. This... being... was not a woman. It was something else. Feminine, sure. But not a woman. Not a human woman.
She was seven feet tall definitely as she stood before Gemma. Though she possessed the curves and body of a woman, there was so much that was different. She was wearing a skin-tight body suit that covered her from her elbows to her neck and then down to her knees, dark blue in color. Her skin was a lighter sky blue with patches of green running from her extremities to her joints. Her head was larger than a human's but retained the same shape. Her eyes had a purple glow in the irises while everything else was black. She had no hair on her head while her cranium was elongated at the back. And no ears that Gemma could see.
